Moving up here was pretty dramatic. Allen brought up the Mistral with the boat and accidentally put petrol in it instead of diesel. He was held up for 3 -4 hours at Bombay. I drove the car up but was too scared to drive on Auckland's motorways so David met me at Hamilton's bus stop and drove to his place in Torbay from whence I drove up to Whangarei. All went well except that our caged cat, Fatso, squealed all the way to the cattery. When I left David I put her cage on the passenger seat and stroked her thought the bars but she still protested. NOW she so very happy. She was in a cattery for about a month and has settled down far better than we have.
The sad story is that I was tempted to take up a long term relieving job at a local boys school. It appeared in the paper the week we got here and was for a woman who was sick with cancer. I felt I was fated to do it. Alas, it was too much for me, I suffered from acute anxiety after about 6 weeks and left after 8. I felt very ashamed and depressed - a very bad start for my new life.
Funnily enough, a friend who also started at a Northland school in term 2 (in a more planned way) also had a horrible start to her work up here. She has survived but only just. I'm not complaining about the school which was pretty good really but I found the kids difficult. It's weird that we both felt the same thing.
I can't afford to really retire - without relieving and can only hope that the disaster I experienced doesn't spoil my reputation or confidence. In a strange twist of fate another job has come up at a private school - it's not so long term and sounds like a lovely job - I hope to meet the people concerned this coming week.